This past Friday night was the coolest sexual experience of my life—and I’ve not been shy about exploring new experiences. I’ve been to sex clubs, fucked a hotwife while the husband watch/videotaped, been in foursomes/threesomes/etc… that all pales in comparison to this night.
The party was hosted by a girl I met back in September, I’ll call her Megan. She’s an awesome, petite bi girl with lots of open-minded, sex-positive friends in the city. She’s hosted small sex parties in the past, and because she’s amazing she invited me out to this event. An intimate gathering of mostly bi women to chat and flirt and play games and fuck, with a few guys to add variety. She even created a web page for the party, with details and pictures of the people who would be attending. I’m not exaggerating for the sake of the story—these people are all complete smoke shows. It was like scrolling through a model catalogue.
Girls started arriving a couple hours before the men so they could talk and get comfortable and break the ice. They played a couple rounds of softcore Jenga, with tasks written on some blocks (make out with someone, suck someone’s nipple, lose a piece of clothing, etc.). There were drinks and a spread of finger foods like chocolate dipped strawberries. Megan had even gotten a sybian for girls to try out.
I was the first guy to arrive other than the sybian operator. Walking out to the open living area/kitchen, I was greeted with a sight any man would kill to have. Over a dozen beautiful women stood around, chatting, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. As they noticed me, all of them turned to look my way. It was as if I’d fallen into a dream.
One of the girls broke the silence with a sassy, “Hello, penis.” Everyone laughed and I began introducing myself to each of the girls.
Shortly after that, a game of BDSM twister broke out. The mat was taped to the floor and baby oil poured onto it to increase the difficulty. Four extremely sexy ladies played, contorting their bodies into positions that made it nearly impossible to look away. In this version, each dot on the spinner (right foot yellow, left hand blue, etc.) had a drawing of a hand (spank), paddle, flogger, or drink. Some of them had x2 or x3. For instance, if the spinner landed on “Right hand red” with the drawing of a paddle X2, then that person had to place their hand and thrust their ass into the air to accept a paddling from one of the spectators. It was a fun game both to watch and to award punishment!
More of the gentlemen arrived while the game of twister played out—everyone not directly involved was scattered through the condo chatting and getting to know one another. It took longer than I expected for things to really start heating up, but when it did…
The condo was a two bedroom, but Megan’s old roommate had moved out a couple months earlier, so she turned the spare room into a cozy lounge with thick padding and blankets on the ground and sheets and strings of LED lights hanging from the ceiling. It made it very intimate, and the addition of a large mirror along one wall made it easier to see everything that went on.
At this stage of the night, guys were in underwear and women were either naked or in their lingerie. I wore a pair of tight black underarmor boxer briefs that didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination.
In the lounge room, I hung out with a few of the women and another guy or two. Cheryl was a sultry platinum blonde with a killer body done to the nines in fishnet and black lace lingerie. She refused to even consider taking off the matching high heels, and the entire ensemble was enough to make my mouth water. Beside her, Lexy was an entirely different breed but just as hot. Shocking blue hair and an incredible tattoo that covered her entire left side and curled onto her back gave me an idea that she was a bit alternative, and her body was flawless with an astonishing pretty face under the blue hair.
I’d brought coconut oil with me to use as massage oil, and offered to work my magic if anyone wished. Both Cheryl and Lexy leapt at the offer—it made me feel bad that I had to choose one, but Cheryl was more insistent and closer, and Lexy ceded ground to the blonde.
Cheryl lay down on her stomach and I deftly unhooked her bra so it wouldn’t get oily. Then I took a generous scoop of the coconut oil and rubbed it between my palms so it would warm and melt onto her back.
“Go as hard as you can,” Cheryl said as I straddled her.
“You’re sure?” I asked. “I’m pretty strong, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s impossible to go too hard.” The way she said it suggested she meant more than just the massage.
I used my weight to press my fingers hard into her smooth skin, running my palms up her back in long strokes. Soon she moaned under the pressure, and pushed her ass up against me where I straddled her. Reading her body and responses, I pressed forward so the stiffening cock in my boxer briefs settled in between her ass cheeks as I deepened the massage. I ran my hands up her side, teasing the sides of her breasts, and let my long fingers cup over her shoulders, massaging the tops.
Cheryl was really getting into the massage, so I escalated the situation. Shifting further down her legs, I kneaded the tops of her hamstrings and her ass underneath her lingerie, using deep motions to pull her cheeks apart and tease her even further. My fingers drew closer to her pussy, running along the edge of her labia but not quite touching.
Consent was the name of the game at this party, and it was run by bi women, for bi women, and women were supposed to have all of the control. Despite how obvious it was that she wanted it, I had to ask. Pressing myself against her body, I leaned down to murmur in her ear.
“Do you want me to finger you?”
Cheryl moaned and turned her head. “Yes, please!”
We kissed then, deep and hard, both of us already turned on.
I went back to my massage, working my way quickly down to her ass and picking up where I’d left off. This time, I pulled her panties to the side and let a finger deftly run down her pussy, barely grazing her lips. Cheryl squirmed and moaned, and my finger came away wet despite barely touching her.
With patience and practiced fingers, I stroked inside of her pussy, curling gently against her inner wall and read her reactions to see how much pressure she liked and where. As I built the intensity, I added another finger inside of her, and then wet my thumb in her juices before rubbing it gently on her clit.
As this is going on, we are completely surrounded by people. We are one of the first pairings to progress to actual sexual contact, and it feels like half the party has been attracted to Cheryl’s sexy moans and quiet screams, and are watching the performance. Other around us as kissing and massaging and getting heated up watching me pleasure Cheryl.
Cheryl’s building orgasm gives her body more life as she thrashed on the soft blankets, moaning and pressing back against my fingers. Giving her what she wanted, I sped my pace and pressed hard against her g-spot, coaxing her off the edge and into her climax. She tensed and shook as the waves rolled through her, before slumping down.
After only a second, she twisted onto her back and pulled me down to her, eagerly jamming her tongue into my mouth and running her hands along my muscled shoulders. I left her lips to latch my mouth onto her neck, her loud moans letting me know that she was the type of woman who loved that sort of attention.
I made my way down her body until I was again level with her pussy. Now on her back, it was more accessible to my tongue, and I dove in as I sought to bring her to the peak once more. After eating her entire pussy enthusiastically for a few minutes, I once more used a finger to penetrate her and fill her as I concentrated my tongue on her clit, toying with it and repeating everything that made her eyes roll back into her head.
Not having had time to cool off after the last one, her second orgasm came not long after, and she pulled me up and away from her sensitive pussy. This time she shoved me onto my back, and pulled off my underwear to expose my cock.
I’m not going to lie at this point and say I was roaring hard and ready to go—that might make for a better story, but it ignores how intense the situation was and how many distractions were going on. I was pretty soft, but Cheryl started to suck me. It felt incredible, and I lay back and looked around at the sexy scene in the room, pondering my luck that I was in the middle of my biggest fantasy (amazing group sex scenes). Lexy was getting head just beside us, and two girls were making out and rubbing each other on the couch.
I was concentrating hard (hah) on trying to get hard, which I’m sure guys know is a recipe for disaster. As hard as I was while massaging Cheryl, I was not right then. I gave her a tap and said that sometimes it’s difficult for me to get hard on command, and she shrugged and excused herself to go to the washroom.
Knowing I could potentially run into issues, I’d brought a silicone cock ring that fits behind my balls—it wouldn’t force an erection on its own, but it could give a little boost and that can make all the difference sometimes. I left the room to head out to where I’d left my bag in the entrance hall to grab it.
In contrast to the lounge room, half the party attendees were still just hanging out and chatting in the main rooms, but no one batted an eye at a naked guy walking across. There may have been a couple long looks from a few of the ladies, but not one was shocked.
I grabbed the cock ring and happened to pass by just as Cheryl came out of the washroom.
“Oh, hey,” she said, before getting distracted by the scene through the bedroom door, which was right next to the washroom.
A heavily muscled man was drilling a woman on the bed, thrusting hard into her from above with her legs spread wide and hooked around his arms.
“Mind if we watch?” Cheryl asked.
The other woman stopped moaning long enough to smile and wave us in. “Join in if you want! Sit on my face and I’ll eat you.”
That appealed to Cheryl, so she hopped up onto the edge of the bed to ride the woman’s face, while I made out with her and played with her breasts. The situation was hot, and my cock stiffened as the woman below Cheryl screamed into her pussy as she came.
The scene broke up, then, as the pair on the bed got up to leave. I slipped the cock ring over my shaft and balls, and Cheryl, seeing me hard, pounced on me. She took my cock in her mouth, bouncing her head up and down as she worked her tongue and used a hand to lengthen the sensation. I’m long, so she wasn’t able to come close to getting it all down, but it felt incredible nonetheless.
She looked up at me then, eyes intense. “Fuck me.” While I leaned over the grab a condom, she lay back onto the bed, playing with herself as she waited.
It’s not every day you sink your cock into a model-level woman, and I took the time to appreciate the view as I lined myself up and spread her wet pussy juices around the area and onto the condom.
Cheryl felt like heaven as I slid in, and she took a sharp intake of breath as my size filled her. It took a few strokes to get my length all the way in, and once I was fully inside of her I let it rest there so she could get used to it.
“Oh, God,” she said. “You’re so deep.”
I chuckled a little. I hear that frequently. “That’s kind of my thing.”
I flexed my PC muscle to flood my cock with a bit more blood, and her eyes widened and she moaned at the surge inside of her. After a couple more times, she pulled at my back, ready for more.
Starting slow and easy, I thrust inside of her, using my whole length to generate the sweet friction of our bodies sliding against each other. Occasionally I would push in as far as I could to grind my pubic bone against her clit and let my cock fill the furthest reaches of her pussy. Each time I did, she thrashed on the bed.
Cheryl egged me on. “Fuck my tight pussy, give it to me!”
I picked her up and flipped her into a few different positions as we went—her bent in half underneath me with her knees by her ears, legs up as I stood off the edge of the bed, on her side with me fucking into her scissor-style.
It was harder to tell if/when she came while fucking—her pussy was already so tight that it didn’t make as much of a difference as when my fingers were inside of her. After ten to fifteen minutes, though, she asked to take a break and explore the party, which I agreed with. We’d been alone in the bedroom all that time, and I was eager to see what was going on with the rest of the party—and to track down Lexy.
That’s all for now, I think. Expect Part 2 in a day or two! Really would love to hear comments and thoughts about this part, and I’m willing to answer any questions that won’t reveal anyone’s identities.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42snkp/my_first_time_at_a_sex_party_fx15_mx6_mf_part_1
Lucky man, can’t wait for the follow up parts!